Her reply was a monosyllable of brief distress.
"You saw Adam—had they 'Dolphus, too?"
"Yes. Don't let us talk of it; I can't bear it."
She slid from her horse, grateful for respite, and Durgan, seeing her weariness, offered coffee and food.
She partook eagerly, as she had eaten little since the day before; but she seemed in no hurry to go on. Hers was a depression from which words did not come easily.
He asked if the telegram had been sent.
"Yes. Mr. Alden will be here the day after to-morrow."
"You had his answer?"
"No; but I know he will come as soon as possible. I could not decide what to say and what not, even in cipher; I only said 'Come.'"
There was silence again, for Durgan was too heartsore at the injustice done to Adam to think much of anything else.